Four Guys One Girl

Four Guys One Girl – Her First Gangbang (Ebook Excerpt)

You can call me easy. You can call me a slut. I do. But one thing I never thought I would find myself in the middle of was a gangbang. However, it happened…more than once. My latest Kindle eBook is based on my first time with multiple men.

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Excerpt:

My senior year, I started getting more popular…especially with the guys. You could say it was because of my award-winning personality. Or more accurately it was probably my above-average bra size. Or maybe it was the rumors about me being easy, me being a slut, and me being involved in alleged threesomes.

Whatever the reason, I started getting invited to hang out more, to go to more parties and things like that. I’m not going to lie, part of me liked the attention.

A certain Friday night early that school year, I was invited to a hotel party hosted by a group of guys from the football team. I knew I shouldn’t be hanging out with them. They didn’t exactly have the best reputation.

I heard through the school rumor mill that female classmates that hung out with them outside of school complained that they were too aggressive, wanted too much, and crossed too many lines that shouldn’t be crossed.
I heard about Alicia, who found herself stuck downtown because TJ, the starting Quarterback wouldn’t give her a ride home after they went out on a date. I heard the reason that he wouldn’t give her a ride home is because she wouldn’t give him a blowjob.

If it was just one story, I wouldn’t have put too much weight to it, but then a few weeks later I heard about a late-night party at another player’s house. There were often unsupervised parties there, but this one ended with two girls having sex with an unknown or uncertain number of guys. The only proof was that one of the girls, Lisa found her black and leopard print bra tapped to the hallway wall at school the following week.

However, the guys in the group were hot and cute. After breaking up with my far too safe, also known as boring, boyfriend, I craved something a little bit more dangerous. Not that I wanted to be gangbanged, two guys at a time was more than enough for me and my reputation. However, I wondered what it would’ve been like to be Lisa. I knew of stories of at least four girls in my school that had been gangbanged and sometimes I fantasized what it would be like to the fifth. Not that it would ever happen.

My reputation was already questionable, but I don’t know what my friends would say if I did something like that and they found out. Not to mention that it probably would’ve made it hard to find what they and I would describe as a good guy. However, I wasn’t thinking about that as I hung out with them at a small hotel party. It wasn’t my first time hanging out with them, but this time was different.

It started out pretty much like any other time I hung out with them. They had gotten a hotel room a moderately priced chain hotel near the interstate because their regular hangout house had been closed by a parent that caught wind of some of the scandalous activities going on.

I went to the party with my two friends Heather and Jessica. We planned to just stop by to say hello, but we ended up staying longer than we planned. Blame it on the hot guys, the free alcohol, or maybe the combination of both turned a quick stop to us staying there all evening.

I caught the attention of TJ from almost the minute I walked through the door. You can blame that on the low-cut shirt and skin-tight jeans I was wearing that left little to the imagination. His eyes were on me from the moment I walked through the door and he made sure that I ended up sitting next to him on the foot of the bed.

I’d caught him looking at me in the hallway at school and at parties, but this was the first time I had been this close to him for more than a minute or two. I’ll admit that I was having thoughts of making out with him. By the way, he looked at me, I think he was thinking about my tits.

I knew nothing good could come out of it, but I didn’t stop him when he put his hand on my leg. I did however stop him when he tried to move it higher up than my thigh and I stopped him again when he tried to kiss me. Maybe later, but not in front of everyone. At that point, there were my friends, a couple of other girls from our school, and a number of guys.

As the night went on, some people did leave but for those who stayed at the party, it started to get wilder. At one point, I’d left the side of TJ and was talking to Heather near the bathroom.

“I have to go now.” She said. I knew it was because of her curfew and that she’d recently escaped an extended grounding from her parents.

“Wait a little bit,” I said because I didn’t want to be the last girl there. The two other girls had left and now it was just me and my friends. To make things more complicated, Heather had driven me there, but another friend Kelly was supposed to pick me. Heather could’ve given me a ride home, but to stay out late, I had told my parents that I was sleeping at Kelly’s and my overnight bag was already at her house. She would’ve come to the party, except she went over to her boyfriend’s instead.

I think she was about to say okay when Rick walked over to us. He was also on the football team, but more importantly, he thought he was God’s gift to women. He was cute, but his personality turned off a lot of girls.

“It looks like the two of you are about to make out,” Rick said with a silly grin.

Heather and I both looked at each other with surprise, then at him. Most guys would consider Heather beautiful with her red hair, fair skin, and all the right curves, heck I considered her downright sexy…but we weren’t that kind of friend. I may have playfully kissed other girls at parties before, but never her.

I looked back at Heather. I would’ve done it. I was feeling the effects of the alcohol and my body was filled with lust-filled hormones.

“I’ve gotta go.” She said to me.

“Don’t leave.” Rick and I said at almost the same time, but soon she was pulling Jessica away from the guy she was talking to and they were saying our good-byes.

I knew I should’ve left with Heather and Jessica. I texted Kelly again, but she still didn’t respond.

The tone in the room changed after they left. I didn’t feel uncomfortable, but I did feel like I had become the center of attention. The guys all wanted to be near me. They all kept looking at me. It was almost too much, but I’ll admit I kind of liked it. They made me feel so attractive and sexy. I could tell all four guys wanted me. I could’ve had any one of them that I wanted.

Where that could’ve happened, I’m not sure. Maybe in the stairway? Maybe in another room? Wherever, but that’s beside the point. I was so turned on.
Not long after Heather and Jessica left me behind, TJ said something that changed the mood in the room from fun and playful to something a little more intense.

“Show us your tits,” he said.

“No way,” I said with a laugh. A laugh like he was joking or that I was trying to play it off.

“Just real quick.” Chris, the star receiver chimed in from a few feet away.

“I don’t think so.” It wouldn’t be the first time I flashed my breasts in front of multiple guys, nor would it be the first at a party, but this made me a little uncomfortable. Yet I was turned on. I could feel my body starting to warm up. I could feel desire between my legs. I kind of wanted to do it.

“We won’t tell anyone,” Rick said.

“Promise?” I asked, not that I trusted them very much.

“Yeah,” Rick said.“Okay,” I said, not one hundred percent thinking straight.

There may have been some cheering, then I grabbed the bottom of my shirt to lift it up.

I stopped before the shirt and my tank top was half up my front. “No pictures,” I said when I saw Rick lifting up his phone.

“Fair.” Someone said. I think it was TJ.

I pulled my tops up to around my neck, then with all the guys staring me down, I pulled down the cups of my black bra to expose my breasts to them.
There may have been some more cheering, then Justin who was sitting next to me on the edge of the helped me remove my shirt and tank top. I didn’t plan on going that far, but I went along with it. In fact, I did more than just go along with it. I pulled down the straps of my bra to give them a better view. My heart was pounding. My thong was beginning to get wet.

Justin didn’t stop with just helping me off with my shirt. Without asking if he could touch me, he did. He reached out and cupped my breasts. My gut instinct said to stop him because it couldn’t lead to anything good, but I didn’t say anything. I liked the touch. I loved the feel of his hands on me while all the other guys watched. I felt so slutty.

I wanted to be more than to have my breasts played with. My hormones were taking over. My desires were overwhelming me. I started to crave cock. I wanted to feel one of them inside of me. All of my thoughts about leaving had gone out the door. I wanted to be fucked. I needed to be fucked and I didn’t care which one of them did it.

Chris wasted no time sliding onto the bed next to me. “Can I suck your nipples?” I’ll never forget the way he said it. Or the way he looked at me when he said it. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement that he was going to do it.

My brain said no, but my body…my desires won out. I nodded my head and he took the breast closest to him in his hands. He leaned down and sucked on my nipples.

I let out a moan and it was like blood in the water with sharks. It created a frenzy. The other guys moved closer as Chris and Justin played with my breasts and it didn’t stop there.

Chris slid a hand into my jeans and again I was thinking that I should stop him, but I didn’t pull his hand away. He undid my belt and slid his hand into my jeans. He slid his hand into my panties and he didn’t stop until his fingertips touched my wet lips.

I’d been fingered at parties and even in front of other people before, but this was different. Chris wasn’t trying to hide what he was doing. Everyone could see.

What happened next, I didn’t even think about. It just kind of happened. I put one hand between Justin’s legs and the other hand between Chris’s legs. Underneath the jeans they wore, I felt two very hard cocks. I rubbed them through their jeans and my breathing started to get heavier.

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